He Called It a “Compromise”—Until My Cats Exposed His True Heart

didn’t know I’d posted.

Yet.

He came out ten minutes later, towel around his waist, hair wet, looking like the version of him I used to miss at airports—clean, familiar, someone I believed I could build a life with.

He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “Morning.”

I didn’t move. My phone was face-down on the mattress like it was guilty.

Toby blinked up continue reading …